Hard to be a good wife

When everyone arrived, Tang Yue asked what happened as usual. Everyone said the same thing as Shan said, and he didn't want to get entangled anymore. Whether it was national or family hatred, he, a foreigner, couldn't help now.

The housekeeper sent people out in person. The guards in the mansion were different from the domestic slaves and needed to be treated with courtesy.

After seeing off the man, the butler returned immediately, "Xiao Lang, my subordinate has given the coachman a ten-day vacation as you told me, and also found someone to take care of his daily life. It's just the medicinal wine for promoting blood circulation and relieving pain...there are only some in the house. Medicinal wine for bruises, and it's all prepared for the masters."

It means that the coachman is a domestic slave, how can he use such a good medicine?

Tang Yue blinked, "Aren't there any pharmacies outside? It's expensive?"

"The pharmacy only sells some herbal medicines. I've never heard of anyone selling medicinal wine."

"That's it..." Tang Yue rubbed his chin, "Then you send someone to grab the medicine, and you can remember the prescription, 1 tael of frankincense, 1 tael of myrrh, 1 tael of red peony root, 1 tael of Angelica dahurica, 1 tael of Chuanxiong, and angelica 2 taels, 2 taels of raw rehmannia, 2 taels of peony bark, 5 qian of licorice, this is internal medicine, and rub some medicinal wine for bruises on him, don’t worry, our family will not be short of medicinal wine in the future.”

As a surgeon, besides being able to perform operations, he memorizes the prescriptions for general trauma by heart, so he will never treat his family badly.

The housekeeper was greatly surprised when he heard his report, and felt that the young man in front of him didn't look like he was raised in the countryside in terms of knowledge and temperament.

If this face was not so iconic, he would have thought that the other party had entered the wrong door.

On the other side, Mrs. Hou, Mrs. Zhao was pulling the Tang sisters back and forth to look back and forth, and felt relieved after confirming that they were unharmed.

"How did this happen to me? In the past, every time I went out, I was fine...Come on, hurry up and beat the coachman to death! You can't even drive, so what's the use of it?"

Tang Ya had already changed her clothes and redressed her makeup. Hearing this, she hurriedly stopped her mother, "Aniang, brother has already made arrangements. If you send someone to kill that slave, wouldn't it be embarrassing to your brother?"

Madam Hou's eyes widened in disbelief, and she touched her eldest daughter's forehead, "Aya, are you sick? What kind of elder brother is he? Mother wants to punish a slave and take care of his face?"

Tang Ya was a little unwilling to hear this, "Fortunately, there is brother here, otherwise what would you ask me and A Wan to do?"

Mrs. Hou patted her chest, "Maybe it was him who brought the disaster, otherwise why did such a thing happen to him the first time he went out? You see, he beat his biological mother to death, maybe he is the nemesis!"

"Auntie, how can you say such nonsense?"

Tang Wan, who was on the side, also persuaded: "Brother treats my sister and me very well. You might as well take a closer look, how good the family can be. When all the sisters get married in the future, you will have someone to rely on."

Mrs. Hou met, "You guys really... disappointed my mother so much!"

It's all to blame for the mourning star, who snatched her husband and daughter away as soon as she came, and the daughter she has raised for more than ten years is also partial to him. Why didn't he die in Beiyue?

After leaving her daughter's yard, Mrs. Hou was so depressed that she asked someone to call for the housekeeper and ordered him to beat to death all the servants who went out with her today.

Seeing that the butler was not moving, Mrs. Hou asked, "Why don't you go?"

"Ma'am, Mr. Xiao Lang has already instructed someone to treat the coachman's injuries, and he has also asked about what happened. We just wait for Lord Hou to come back to make a decision."

The subtext is: Madame, don't meddle in your own business!

"What do you mean? Could it be that my wife can't do it if she wants to blame a servant? The coachman can't even look down on the horse, and he deserves to die, so he even treats the wound? What's the reason?"

The butler thought for a while and replied, "Xiao Lang-jun has a kind heart."

"Then you mean Mrs. Ben is vicious and rude?"

The butler's scalp was numb, and he was a rough man who really didn't know how to argue, "This subordinate doesn't mean that. Madam is naturally kind-hearted. The driver is certainly wrong, but he has already learned a lesson. Let him make up for it."

Mrs. Hou's chest rose and fell violently, "Is this Mrs. Hou's mansion still in charge?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, "Of course the affairs of the inner house are under the care of the madam." As for the outer house, it's better for the madam to worry less.

The housekeeper didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, but Mrs. Hou was not stupid, so she naturally understood what he meant.

"Good!...very good!" Mrs. Hou shook her sleeves and left. The butler thought about it and felt that he was right, so he went to work with peace of mind.